Angel of Sin

[Paendragon]

Dan Steele

He growled in surprise. She was good. Usually the women he broke in had no real idea how to suck cock beyond the fact that you put it in your mouth and moved your head.

But this one.

He gasped and swelled bigger in her mouth.

This one really seemed to enjoy it.

He watched he for awhile. Saw the slight surprise as she realized he was still growing. Not many women who started out in this business had ever seen, let alone handled, what he had.

But it just seemed to make her more determined.

She teased and played with him, and he found himself thrusting out to meet her lips. He was enjoying this, he realized. When was the last time he enjoyed a blowjob for what it was?

"That's it . . . good girl . . . you don't need much direction, do you . . ."

She was a natiral. She looked up at him when he talked, and managed to fight the impulse to glance at the camera, or worse, her own image on the television. Despite himself, he was impressed.

He found himself wanting to fuck her. But that's not what he was here for . . . this was all about training.

"Enough," his voice was rough, but not out of anger. He pulled out of her mouth, leaving a small string of saliva connecting her incredible lips to his throbbing cock. "Good . . . very good."

There was a knock at the door.

"Come in."

It was one of the gofers with a script.

"Put in on the table. And do me a favor? Man the camera."

He looked down at her.

"Now we see whether or not you can perform in from of a live audience." He gestured toward the couch. "Lean back and relax . . ."

 

[landiek]

Angel found under Grant's directions she was having far deeper spasms. Another tip she learned was that most porn star men greased their cock to give it that slick look. Another surprise was that some wear a clear cock ring to hold that firm erection even longer.

"Well here I thought you all took Viagra to keep it hard as a rock." Angel teased with a sultry smile.

Grant taking a bigger lead gave Angel a tremendous pounding causing her to cum six times before he finally gave in and allowed himself to have that comfort release. They were coated in sweat from the vigerous workout to see how much the other could take as they writhed in unison from one blissful rush to the next. Angel found her sexual addiction sated by Grant's thick head bursting over her g-spot.

Angel drifted into a blissful cock filled sleep only to wake to the ringing phone from the front desk reminding her that she had a time call for a job interview according to her guardian. Good Ole Malcolm gave them a call to keep her on schedule.

"HEY GRANT! WE GOT TO GET READY!" Angel shouted then started to suck on his cock just to throw off his anger in cause he was a grumpy morning person.

 

[Britwitch]

Sarah Powers

"That's it . . . good girl . . . you don't need much direction, do you . . ."
Sarah continued to look up into his eyes from her place before him, her cheeks blushing slightly to be talked to in such a way. 'Good girl'. She was hardly acting the part of the innocent girl anymore was she. She continued to pleasure him, doing all the things she'd done with lovers in the past, trying to please him, not worrying how it looked.

"Enough,"
Sarah stopped the pressure of her mouth as he withdrew, the rough tone of his voice cutting through her thoughts, making her blue eyes become almost concerned. Worried she had done something wrong.
"Good . . . very good."
She tensed as the sound of someone knocking on the door, remembering all too quickly that she was naked and knelt in front of a naked near stranger.
"Come in."
Sarah looked at the carpet as the man entered with a script in his hands.
"Put in on the table. And do me a favor? Man the camera."
She looked up, slightly confused, lips parted in an unasked question.
"Now we see whether or not you can perform in from of a live audience . . . Lean back and relax . . ."

"O-ok..."
Forcing herself not to look at the man now positioned behind the camera, Sarah moved off of the floor to lay back on the couch, her spread legs aimed towards the lens. She gasped as Dan's mouth lowered over her sex, his lips and tongue expertly teasing and stimulating her. Her back arched up and her hands moved to run through his hair. Eyes half closed and teeth biting her lower lip slightly, Sarah felt her clit throbbing almost painfully in his mouth as he sucked it, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. Soon lost in the pleasurable sensations running riot through her as he continued to devour her pussy. His tongue slipping inside her tight confines, his nose rubbing against her clit as he drank her excitement.
Soon she was whimpering and moaning, her hard nipples pointing up into the air as she writhed upon the couch. Fingers pulling his hair slightly, trying to pull his face closer, always closer.

"Oh...oh god...!" She suddenly called out, her thighs tensing as the tingling, overwhelming sensation deep within her core rose up suddenly, swamping her in pleasure. Her hips bucked against his face as she came hard, face flushed and eyes bright as she looked down between her spread legs at him.
"That...I...you..." She rambled breathlessly, suddenly sitting up and slipping down from the couch, her spread legs allowing her to drop down against his hard shaft, her arms around his neck, kissing him hungrily, tasting herself on his lips, grinding herself down against him. Feeling his tense muscles relaxing slightly as he allowed his arms to wrap around her, drawing her closer, lifting her slightly as if trying to guide her down onto him, to allow him to slide inside her tight entrance.

"Shit...!"
The voice came through their passionate haze from behind the camera. They stopped instantly. Sarah flushed with embarassment as she pulled back from Dan, not entirely sure how she had ended up the way she had.
"What is it?" Dan asked firmly.
"Tape's run out..." The man behind the camera said matter of factly.
A slightly awkward silence followed.
"Well...how...how did I do...?" Sarah asked quietly as the man let himself out of the room and she lifted herself up to sit on the couch once more.
"Good...you did good..." Dan replied, giving her a brief smile as he headed to the pile of clothes on the floor. Handing hers over and beginning to dress. "Still some things we need to work on though...I'll take you home now and..." He glanced at his watch, eyes widening to see how late it had gotten. "...I'll swing by in the morning and pick you up, take you out to the set. Pack some clothes, we'll probably stay out there until filming starts...be easier to work on things without distractions..."

Sarah dressed without another word, following him out to his motorcycle and, after giving him her address, climbed on behind him. Clinging tightly to him as the cycle growled into life and sped them towards her place.
Once back inside she turned on the shower and waited while the water warmed up. Strangely, she didn't feel as creeped out as she had done after the first film. Perhaps she was just getting used to it, or perhaps it had been the way Dan had been with her. She had felt calmer and more at ease with him, her body had definitely reacted better to his touch than it had done before, possibly even more than it had done with previous lovers. After showering, she fell into bed, setting her alarm for the morning. Sarah was asleep before she even realised it.

 

[Paendragon]

Dan Steele

He was up before the alarm went off, but he wasn't out of bed. He just lay there, staring at the ceiling, his mind wandering back to the previous night.

it had been so long since he . . . enjoyed. He could afford to enjoy anymore. He couldn't.

He rose out of bed in a bad mood and began his morning routine. His shower was quick, but thorough, teeth brushed, hair let to dry, deoderant, cologne, clothes . . . then he left with nothing but a small overnight bag. Simon would have enough in the way of hygene products. he always did.

He sat astride his bike and started it up. He let it idle for a moment, as his mind again went back to the night before. He shook his head and cursed at himself, before kicking it into gear and heading off.

She lived a good distance from him, but he got there relatively quickly. He pulled up, and parked right outside, then went up to her door, and knocked.

Today would be all business. He had too much at stake.

 

[Britwitch]

Sarah Powers

Sarah was just towel drying her long hair when she heard a knock at the door, "Come in, it's open...!" she called, tossing the towel into the tiny bathroom and closing the door. She smiled, almost shyly, as Dan walked in.

"I'm nearly ready, just need to pack my toothbrush and stuff..." She said more out of a need to something than anything else. There was a small backpack on the bed, in it were a few clothes, hair brush and other bits and pieces. She'd dressed in figure hugging jeans and a white shirt, walking boots on her feet as Simon had mentioned a ranch and she didn't know how wild it might be out there.
She threw some shampoo, conditioner, her toothbrush and toothpaste into the bag as she flicked her long, still drying hair back over her shoulder to hang down her back.

"Do we need to set off right away? Or can I interest you in coffee and some breakfast...?" She grinned, leaning against the back of a chair before wincing inside at her words. She wasn't meant to be getting friendly with Dan, he was there to show how to behave in front of the camera. She knew without the make up and clothes from the previous day she probably looked younger, the way she had done when she was first spotted and now her stupid comments probably made him think she was even more 'naive' than he did already. "I mean, only if you want to, I can grab something to eat later if you'd rather leave now..." She added, pulling on a denim jacket and shouldering her bag, heading towards the door, key in hand.

 

[Paendragon]

Dan Steele

He watched her get ready. She was so young, still. A part of him wanted to warn her to get the hell out of the business while she could. To go find something else . . . anything else that she could do. That this business would eat her up and spit her out, a shell of who she was. But, if she was like most of the young women who came into this business, she didn't have anything else waiting for her. Certainly nothing that could bring her the kind of money she could make doing this.

He shrugged at her offer of coffee or breakfast. "If your hungry, we can stop. Otherwise, I'll cook us something at the ranch. Simon always keeps it fully stocked, and there's a professional kitchen."

He smiled. "Steak and eggs sound okay?"

 

[Britwitch]

"If your hungry, we can stop. Otherwise, I'll cook us something at the ranch. Simon always keeps it fully stocked, and there's a professional kitchen."
Sarah felt her eyebrow quirk slightly before she could even think to stop it, Dan didn't strike her as the kind to cook but then again, she knew next to nothing about him, other than his name. A few months ago there was no way she'd have been even comtemplating climbing onto a motorcycle with an almost total stranger and letting him take her goodness know where.

"Steak and eggs sound okay?"
"Sounds excellent, and no doubt better than anything they serve up around here anyway..." She flashed him a bright smile as she closed the door to the small motel room and locked it, zipping the keys away before climbing onto the back of the bike once again behind Dan. She wrapped her arms around his waist and clung on as it leapt to life once more and soon had them zipping away from the lights and noise and filth that was Vegas and out into open country. Sarah breathed in deeply the fresh air, her face behind Dan's shoulder, her head leaning against him slightly as he drove them onwards towards the ranch.

 

[dreamr66]

Liz

Liz Stratford took the keys from her purse and unlocked the door to Simon’s studio. Mumbling to herself as she did each morning

At 35, Liz was still a looker- platinum blonde and a rack that a blind man could see, but it surely wasn’t from aging gracefully. The fire that she’d accidentally set while freebasing nearly killed her. The scars that had ruined her once beautiful face, left her unrecognizable. She paused in front of a mirror, checking her makeup. Simon had seen to her medical needs, and the end result was near perfection. Alabaster skin, sky blue eyes, pouty lips, the epitome of beauty, not like these sluts..

God damn fuckers! This should be my studio, I should have it all. They took it away from me. Couldn’t handle the fact that I was headed for the A list. Fuckers, thought I couldn’t handle a few lousy drugs. And Simon, he was the biggest of them all, yeah sure he paid of her bills and got her clean, but he was the one keeping her down now. There was nothing or no one that should be keeping her from being in front of the camera again. He was the reason. History aside, he should put her on screen again, and he wasn’t. Look what he’s amounted to… no longer the big Hollywood producer. She, however, was and always would be a star.

She went to her desk and checked the overnight messages. Jotting down the ones she thought were important, erasing the rest. As much as she resented Simon, she needed to feel that she had some importance here. She decided what messages were worthy to reach his desk. Calls from his slut mistress did not warrant importance in her book. If he should ever question her, she had her tracks covered. She knew more than he thought she did.

She idly picked up the phone as it rang, “Good Morning, Simon Banks Productions. Liz Stratford speaking.”

 

[Paendragon]

Dan Steele

Ther was much in the way on conversation, of course, considering the mode of transport; just her holding tight onto his waist and resting her head on his shoulder. Before long, the long driveway came into view, and he slowed and turned onto it. The ranch was an impressive place . . . large, sprawling, and filled with all the comforts you could want. It was as much Simon's reclusive hideout as it was filming studio.

He brought the bike to a stop near the walkway leading to the front door, and lowered the kickstand, grinning to himself at the thought of Simon finding it there. The man could never understand why he didn't keep it out of the way.

She slid off the bike behind him, and he followed, grabbing both of their bags in the process.

"This way," he said, smiling, and led her up the walkway. He used the key to the front door, and stepped inside to disarm the alarm system. After she entered, he closed the door behind her.

"Why don't I cook before we find you a room?"

 

[Blue Dolphin]

Angel found under Grant's directions she was having far deeper spasms. Another tip she learned was that most porn star men greased their cock to give it that slick look. Another surprise was that some wear a cleak cock ring to hold that firm erection even longer.

"Well here I thought you all took Viagra to keep it hard as a rock." Angel teased with a sultry smile.

Grant taking a bigger lead gave Angel a tremendous pounding causing her to cum six times before he finally gave in and allowed himself to have that comfort release. They were coated in sweat from the vigerous workout to see how much the other could take as they writhed in unison from one blissful rush to the next. Angel found her sexual addiction sated by Grant's thick head bursting over her g-spot.

Angel drifted into a blissful cock filled sleep only to wake to the ringing phone from the front desk reminding her that she had a time call for a job interview according to her guardian. Good Ole Malcolm gave them a call to keep her on schedule.

"HEY GRANT! WE GOT TO GET READY!" Angel shouted then started to suck on his cock just to throw off his anger in cause he was a grumpy morning person.

I was awakened by the sound of Angel shouting something at me.

"HEY GRANT! WE GOT TO GET READY!"

I was about to ask, "Get ready for what?"

when she slipped down the bed, to suck my cock back into life again.

Now I am not a man to turn down a blow job, and especially not from a beauty like Angel, but I had to know what she had meant.

"As much as I hate to stop you Angel, for that feels so fucking good, but, what the fuck do we got to get ready for hun?"

 

[landiek]

Angel chuckled as he stirred from her abrupt wake-up call. She lifted off his cock as his words tumbled from those kissable lips.

"As much as I hate to stop you Angel, for that feels so fucking good, but, what the fuck do we got to get ready for hun?"

"One another fucking and two .. we're suppose to be somewhere sometime this morning for that movie..." With that said she went back to the emerging staff and used it to stuff her cheeks like a chipmunk with nuts. Her jaw relaxed enough that she was able to take more and more in her mouth and savor the aroma of sex still clinging to his pubic hairs.

Angel peeked up at Grant with a smile as she bobbed on his thickening member.

 

[BLACK BART]

"How about we go snuggle up under the covers in my room. We can discuss Liz if you like or we can just drift off to sleep and figure that particular problem out in the morning...your choice."

Again Simon surprised himself and slid into the bed to simply hold Destiny, running his fingers through her hair until they both drifted quietly off to sleep...

****** ****** ******​

To wake the next morning and watch her, and wonder what the hell he was doing in the Porn business...when he had more than he could ever hope for next to him...

With that thought he slid from the bed and into the shower, then dressed and moved to the small table Destiny had placed in a corner of her kitchen for him..."to serve as a desk...If you have to"

And he began to make his own phone calls, to verify which players were in the game...and when it would begin...


He was gnawing on a piece of week old pastry when Destiny emerged, and rose to kiss her as she toweled her hair dry, his eyes roaming the body visible under the small terry cloth robe she wore...

"Good Morning Lover...ready to make a trip to the ranch?"

 

[caela]

Destiny felt it when he rolled out of bed in the morning and sighed softly. Without even thinking she shifted slightly, letting her body roll into the warm depression left by his and smiling at the smell of him still clinging to her sheets. She dozed for a little while longer but his voice as he made his calls kept drifting back to her and she grumbled softly when she looked over at the clock, did he have to get up so freaking early?!!!

Rolling out of bed herself she took a quick shower to help wake up before making her way out to the kitchen in just her old terry cloth robe. Still drying her hair she offered him a grin as she leaned over to kiss his cheek.

"Good Morning Lover...ready to make a trip to the ranch?"

Laughing softly she tossed her towel over the nearest chair and moved around the counter to stick her head in the fridge in search of something to eat. Pulling out a large orange she settled in at her table and smiled over at Simon.

"Let me eat, dress and pack and yes, I'll be ready love. While I'm eating why don't you tell me what you have in mind? Oh and do we need to stop by the office and pick up Liz or is she riding there herself?"

 

[Blue Dolphin]

Angel chuckled as he stirred from her abrupt wake-up call. She lifted off his cock as his words tumbled from those kissable lips.

"As much as I hate to stop you Angel, for that feels so fucking good, but, what the fuck do we got to get ready for hun?"

"One another fucking and two .. we're suppose to be somewhere sometime this morning for that movie..." With that said she went back to the emerging staff and used it to stuff her cheeks like a chipmunk with nuts. Her jaw relaxed enough that she was able to take more and more in her mouth and savor the aroma of sex still clinging to his pubic hairs.

Angel peeked up at Grant with a smile as she bobbed on his thickening member.

So,we were going to start the movie today, that was fine with me. As indeed was the fact that my hardening cock was now in Angel`s mouth.

"Shuffle around Angel, Grant needs his breakfast too baby. And there aint nothin like a wet pussy to start the day with, so come on darlin, give Grant his food, he is HUNGRY for ya, so fucking hungry you would not believe."

 

[BLACK BART]

"Let me eat, dress and pack and yes, I'll be ready love. While I'm eating why don't you tell me what you have in mind? Oh and do we need to stop by the office and pick up Liz or is she riding there herself?"

Rather than answer her immediately Simon laid his phone down and leaned forward, kissing Destiny and letting his tongue taste the fresh juices of the orange she was enjoying, then leaning back to smile at her.

"I've made calls to everyone. If they haven't already left...there is a Limo waiting for them, to take them to the Ranch...It seemed simpler, knowing the only ones that know the way are Dan and Liz...and Dan is already there with the lady I introduced him to..."

Destiny was beautiful...Dressed or undressed....awake or sleeping...and Simon wondered why he had never realized how damn good it felt waking up next to her...

"Liz will get the royal treatment as well, and I'll tell since she wants to be in the porn business again...I'm going to let her...she can try her style out in FRONT of the camera this time, and see if she likes it..."

Grinning Simon mentally went through his list, then frowned as he realized the men were going to be outnumbered almost two to one in this film....

And he was going to increase those odds...IF....

"There is ONE woman I need to get hold of...she debuted in her first film in a studio I own downtown...and was extremely hot....despite the sleaze ball boyfriend she was doing...There's a quality to her I want in this film...and IF her boyfriend cleans up good...we can use him as well."

And as he made the last of the phone calls...tracking down the woman he had yet to meet...moving from one contact to the other Simon realized why he enjoyed the Porn business...and that he had lost Destiny as she had eaten and left the table...

"This is Simon. Your test shots came across my desk the other day. I could use you...and your friend, if available...Right now...the pay is ten grand each for a week of filming at my Ranch in the hills...You're interested? Good...Give me the address and I'll have a car waiting outside in ONE hour...it will take you where you need to go...Clothes? No...you won't need many, just things to keep you warm when you're not...acting...OK, I'll see you there..."

True to her word Destiny stood in the doorway, a bag in each hand and a smile on her face, her body now covered in a form fitting outfit that accented every curve she owned...

"My god you're beautiful"

Simon claimed her and gave her a gentle kiss, then smiled as a knock came at the door...

"Right on time...Our chariot awaits...my dear."

 

[Britwitch]

Sarah Powers

Sarah felt her eyes widen and lips part slightly as she took in the sprawling ranch and land around it. She hadn't really known what to expect but she wasn't expecting anything on quite the scale that things were. The industry was clearly more lucrative than Sarah had realised.
She followed Dan up the walkway towards the house, smiling to herself as she noticed he'd picked up her own bag as well as his own,

Once inside Sarah felt a fresh wave of something resembling awe sweep through her. Her family had always had a nice enough home, before her father's gambling habits had changed everything, but it was nothing in comparison to the large house with it's modern fittings.
"Why don't I cook before we find you a room?"
"Only if I can help..." Sarah smiled, shrugging off her jacket and placing it on top of her bag in the hallway before following him to the kitchen.

Like everything else she had seen so far, it contained everything you could want. Gleaming equipment shone in every corner, a huge fridge and freezer was well stocked with food of almost every sort and cupboards were packed with tinned and packet goods.
"Looks like there's enough here to let you live out the end of the world..." Sarah commented to herself, looking through one cupboard to find tinned tomatoes to go with the steaks and eggs sizzling in a pan, under the watchful gaze of Dan.
"Do...do you mind if I ask what will probably sound like a very stupid question...?" Sarah asked, busying herself with pouring coffee for them both. "Only...I've not seen a script or anything yet and Mr Banks was a little vague about what this movie's going to be about..." They sat together at the kitchen table, the smell of the food wafting around them, reminding Sarah of how long she had been surviving on meals at the diner, it had been a long time since she'd enjoyed 'home cooked' food. "I just wondered if there was going to be a storyline or anything..." She grinned, lifting a forkful of steak up to her lips. "After all, I don't want to look any more naive than I'm supposed to when we start shooting..."

 

[landiek]

"Shuffle around Angel, Grant needs his breakfast too baby. And there ain't nothin like a wet pussy to start the day with, so come on darlin, give Grant his food, he is HUNGRY for ya, so fucking hungry you would not believe."

Angel obliged the waking companion only to be pestered by a ringing telephone which she rose off his cock to answer with an extremely perturbed frown. Her hand reached over the left to grip the receiver.

"Hello this is Angel." Her voice dripped with every ounce of aggravation she felt being disturbed from another round of hot sex.

Her tone changed when the person at the desk stated. "I'm sorry Miss Angel but the driver says that Simon sent him to pick you up promptly. So what should I tell the limo driver?"

"Tell him that we'll be done in fifteen minutes or so." Angel looked over at Grant. "Looks like morning snacking has to take a rain check until the trip to wherever.. our ride is here."

Angel being over prepared had packed her bag in three minutes flat to include her makeup kit and hairbrush. The case housed five days of clothing including teddies for eight changes. She slipped past Grant with fingers brushing his ass as his legs slipped into the leg of the pants from the night before.

"Think you can pack just as quick after we swing by your place?" Angel asked with that smirky grin of mischief.

 

[Paendragon]

Dan Steele

He headed to the kitchen, and made himself at home. He seasoned the eggs with chopped parsley, cheese, green onion, salt and pepper, and poured the mixture into a pan. The steaks went on the small grill to the side of the stovetop. Sarah seemed to be looking for something to compliment the breakfast, and getting the coffee made.

It didn't take too long to get the food on the table, and he started setting it.

"Do...do you mind if I ask what will probably sound like a very stupid question...?"

"Not at all. Ask." He put a piece of the steak on her plate, with some eggs. Sarah handed him a cup of coffee.

"Only...I've not seen a script or anything yet and Mr Banks was a little vague about what this movie's going to be about..."

He stiffened slightly, but didn't think she noticed.

Great. Just fucking great. Dan had no idea what Simon had in mind. This wasn't the woman he'd seen in the file, and occasionally Simon had other movies going here, but rarely at the same time as one of his more . . . troubling . . . films.

"I just wondered if there was going to be a storyline or anything..." She grinned, lifting a forkful of steak up to her lips. "After all, I don't want to look any more naive than I'm supposed to when we start shooting..."

"Simon told you nothing about the film at all?" Typical."

Dan took a mouthful of eggs, and looked up at her. She seemed to be enjoying the food a bit more than someone would, and Dan wondered, again, what her story was. Where Simon had found her . . .

None of your business, Dan. Just play your part, and do your fucking job.

he swallowed the eggs. "I'm not sure what Simon had in mind for you. There are several different types of films he's working on. Everything from bondage, to a new chapter in his 'Young Starlet' series. You'd fit the bill for several of them."

"Don't worry too much about the script. I'll most likely be the one your working with, and I'll help you cope."

He smiled.

"How are the eggs?"

 

[Britwitch]

"Simon told you nothing about the film at all? . . . Typical."
Sarah noticed Dan glance at her, suddenly aware she was almost wolfing down the food from upon her plate. She carefully chewed the contents of her mouth, before sipping at her coffee and then continuing at a more relaxed pace. Blushing slightly as she looked back at him.
"I'm not sure what Simon had in mind for you. There are several different types of films he's working on. Everything from bondage, to a new chapter in his 'Young Starlet' series. You'd fit the bill for several of them."
Sarah nodded, hoping the surprise she felt rise up inside her at the mention of bondage didn't show on her face. She hadn't even considered that the 'stories' she might take part in may have a darker quality to them.

"Don't worry too much about the script. I'll most likely be the one your working with, and I'll help you cope."
"Thanks..." She returned his smile genuinely, carefully finishing off the last of the eggs on her plate with a sigh of pleasure as her stomach felt fuller than it had done in a long time.
"How are the eggs?"
"Delicious...definitely a better breakfast than we'd have found back in Vegas, I'm certain..." Sarah drained her coffee cup and leant back in the chair a little. "You'll have to let me return the favour some time...let me cook you dinner...I make a great chocolate mousse, even if I say so myself..." She winced inside, hearing the tone and words leaving her lips. This wasn't some cozy weekend trip away with Dan that she was on, she had to try and keep that in her mind at all times. He was being nice to her because he had to, more than likely because he was being paid to and so that she wouldn't show him up when the camera's began to roll.

Once Dan had finished, Sarah collected the plates, balancing them expertly on her arm, their coffee cups in the other hand and taking them to the sinke to wash up. Perhaps this world wasn't all that different from working in the diner, she thought to herself with a slight grin. Drying her hands on a dishcloth she turned back, a little surprised to find Dan sat watching her.
"Well...I suppose we should carry on with...you know..." She glanced down at the floor for a second. "...You said there were some things we still had to work on..." Sarah met his eyes once again, "...If...if you want to, of course..."

 

[Paendragon]

Dan Steele

"Delicious...definitely a better breakfast than we'd have found back in Vegas, I'm certain..." Sarah drained her coffee cup and leant back in the chair a little. "You'll have to let me return the favour some time...let me cook you dinner...I make a great chocolate mousse, even if I say so myself..."

She collected the plates and cup, and began washing, declining his offer of help. Drying her hands on a dishcloth she turned back.

"Well...I suppose we should carry on with...you know..." She glanced down at the floor for a second. "...You said there were some things we still had to work on..." Sarah met his eyes once again, "...If...if you want to, of course..."

He smiled at her, and despite himself his cock swelled a bit. He really wanted to fuck this woman. Something he hadn't felt in a while. He stood.

"I do want . . ."

He stood, and grabbed the bags.

"And don't worry. I don't bite. Well, not too hard."

he walked toward her, and looked down at her. He was tempted to see just how much she wanted him. To see if she felt a bit of the excitement he did, and take her right here, in the kitchen.

But he stopped himself. This was about business, not pleasure. He held out his arm for her to loop hers through it.

"First, let me show you your room."

He led her out of the kitchen toward the rear of the sprawling ranch. The place was monstrous, with high ceiling hallways and hardwood floor. Simon had done well in mixing the modern with the classic in the design and decor.

Eventually they stopped before a door, and Dan opened it for her, letting her walk in.

"It's a combination dressing room and bedroom suite." He showed her the bathroom, and the various amenities. "You can unpack, later. I'd like to show you one of the set pieces, first. And then . . ." He smiled.

 

[Britwitch]

"I do want . . ."
Sarah watched him stand and take hold of the bags, walking towards her.
"And don't worry. I don't bite. Well, not too hard."
Sarah responded with a quiet laugh, flicking some hair back behind her shoulder. For an all too brief moment, Dan seemed to hesitate as he reached her. Sarah was certain he would hear the steadily increasing speed of her pulse as he drew nearer. She wasn't entirely sure why she felt the way she did, an almost excited rush streaming across her skin and throughout her body, all he did was stand next to her. She wondered if he might want to continue things now, her imagination racing at the idea of him dropping the bags, pressing her back against the gleaming counters of the kitchen and taking her...

She bit her bottom lip and tried to supress the flush threatening to flood her cheeks. Dan was a professional, not some love struck teenager...and she fought to convince herself that she wasn't either. She was certain the only way she'd find herself wrapped in his arms in a moment of lustful abandon would be if it was written into the script. Sarah took the arm he offered and let him lead her out of the kitchen.
"First, let me show you your room."

The house was enormous, decorated with a keen eye for detail, preserving the authentic qualities of the ranch while adding contemporary, modern finishes here and there. It was stunning.

It felt like they'd been walking for quite some distance before Dan stopped before a door and opened it.
"It's a combination dressing room and bedroom suite."
Like everything else, the decor and fittings were immaculate, looking more like a fancy hotel than a ranch.
"You can unpack, later. I'd like to show you one of the set pieces, first. And then . . ."
Sarah returned his smile with a shy one of her own, running a hand back through her hair.
"And then..." She repeated quietly, moving to the doorway. "Well...lead on, Dan..." She slipped her arm back through his arm as they stepped back out of the bedroom, hoping he wouldn't feel the slight tremble within her flesh. "...I'm all yours..."

 

[caela]

Destiny purred softly when he kissed her, delighting in the frisson of warmth he could still send through her with such a simple thing and then she simply sat back to listen while she ate. She liked that they were going to ride to the ranch in a limo, but then she always liked being in a limo with him, there was so much space to do delightfully wicked things before one arrived at their destination.

When he picked up his phone again she chuckled softly and slipped from the kitchen without his even realizing to go change and pack. Both were done in short order with her changing into a black skirt that fluttered and flowed around her thighs and an emerald green sweater that had just a deep enough V to the neck to show the top swell of her breasts. Strappy sandles completed the outfit. Packing was easy enough. Most of her clothes were seperates and easily able to be mixed and matched. Jeans and skirts were tossed into a small suitcase along with a few sweaters and t-shirts and plenty of undergarments. In less than 10 minutes she was done and standing out near the doorway waiting for Simon.

"My god you're beautiful"

Simon claimed her and gave her a gentle kiss, then smiled as a knock came at the door...

"Right on time...Our chariot awaits...my dear."

Laughing softly she leaned up and places a swift gentle kiss on his lips before grabbing her bag and leading the way from her apartment down to the car that waited for them. Slipping inside she watched him climb in with a soft purring and waited until he was settled to snuggle close with her head on his shoulder.

"So darling, what shall we discuss to kill the time between here and your ranch?"

 

[BLACK BART]

Simon told her...

Told her of his suspected thoughts...Of the danger one of the film stars was in...And the danger another posed....Of how he was going to deliberatley FORCE that danger to rear it's ugly head, and then hopefully...eliminate it...for good.

"There's a LOT of money behind this film. I'm being paid an obnoxious amount JUST to have the artists star in it...Even if it fails I'm guarnteed over twice THAT amount just to start filming...

I was contacted over three months ago, and at first I refused to do it, but then I realized there was MORE going on then just a porno flik being filmed...and decided I was going to be where I could help the most."

Truth was Simon knew a hell of a lot...But it was all fragments...None of it made complete sense yet, but he had always trusted his instinct before...and wasn't going to stop now.

"I NEED you to trust me Dez...To stand beside me One Hundred Percent...Even if you don't understand what I'm doing...or why..."

He confided and stroked his lovers face

"You've seen who I really am...and yet when you see who Simon the Director is....You won't be able to put the two...together...Don't run from that man...Trust in who you know me to be....and help me...please?"

Kissing her then he studied Destiny's face intently, wondering if he were doing the right thing in dragging her into all of this...

And yet knowing he had NO other choice, but to...

"Besides Dan...No one even has a clue what might happen at the Ranch....and he won't reveal his thoughts...until he's ready to."

Wrapping an arm around Destiny, Simon drove the car one handed, feeling her hand rub his thigh...and then the bulge above it...

Making him grin and growl at her....

"Keep that up baby...and you'll be giving the Boss some lip service...."

 

[TabascoKV]

Turning the key in the ignition, Danyelle felt the engine turn off, leaving her in silence as the CD player died. Looking up at the giant ranch house, which would be more accurately described as a mansion, a sigh caused her shoulders to drop. Her three days to spend at home with her daughter had flown by too quickly. Of course, it did not help matters that she simply did not even want to be here. For the thousandth time, Dani silently cursed Jeffrey Stark inside her head.

The car was becoming stifled without the air conditioning running, and she finally unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped out. Closing the door with a resounding thud, she opened the backdoor and grabbed her red duffle bag that held her clothes in it. Hoisting it up over her shoulder, part of her body seemed to disappear behind the large bag. Reaching down, she pulled her left pant leg down a bit, trying to readjust from sitting in the car so long. She looked more like a professional in her pinstripe pants, high heels, and sleeveless button up shirt. If she were to walk down the road, nobody would ever guess what she really did for a living.

Not much of a living. Pushing the lock button on her keyless entry pad, she waited for the beep to let her know her alarm had been activated. Security was not really an issue in these parts with the gated in fence that was watched like a hawk by security. It was more an act of habit than done out of concern. Stepping inside the house, she sighed once more. It had been a couple months since she had been back here. Of all the places they traveled to, this was one of her favorites. She only wished it was a pleasure weekend away, rather than what it truly was.

She was shown to her room by one of the house staff, and thanked the woman before stepping in. It was the same room she had stayed in every single time she had come here. Stepping up to the bed, she let the bag fall to the deep emerald bedspread. The bed was amazing; a deep mahogany four poster bed that just screamed elegance. Walking over to the veranda windows, she looked down. Everybody else would probably be coming together.

She stood there in the silence for a few minutes, but was startled when her phone suddenly rang. Walking over to her bag, she pulled her cell phone out and looked at the name. Danyelle’s green eyes inadvertently formed a scowl as she hit the send button.

“Hello?” Her tone was anything but friendly as she moved from her room out to the hall, making her way to the conference room at the end of the hallway. Over her six years, she had learned the few hot spots in the house where she could actually get service.

“You left me a voice mail saying to call you. Is Elizabeth okay?” Jeff’s voice did not even hold with it the false sound of concern that he had pretended to have in the beginning. Stepping inside the giant room, she pulled the door closed, walking towards the balcony. Opening the glass door, she stepped outside and was greeted with the warm breeze that blew.

“You would know that if you would have gone to see her last weekend like you were supposed to.” Her voice was clipped and tight as she spoke, her body leaning over the railing.

“Yeah well..something came up. Not a big deal.” She could just imagine him shrugging as he spoke, which irritated her all the more.

“Something more important than your daughter, right Jeffrey? You could have at least called my mother. She had other things she had to do as well, and had she known you weren’t going to show…”

“Is this what I called to listen to? Look, she’s your daughter, Danyelle.”

“I didn’t get pregnant on my own, Jeff. You helped me along.”

This was the same old argument they had had many time the past six years. It was bad enough that he never sent any money to help support their daughter, but it was far worse to just ditch her. They fought on for several minutes, Dani’s voise raising in volume with each passing statement.

“Danyelle, why don’t you just go screw some guy and make yourself feel better okay? Last time I checked you weren’t exactly mother of the year. How do you explain your absence from her, baby? Do you tell her what mommy does when she’s not at home?”

“I’m not even going to touch that hypocrisy Jeffrey. I am where I am because of you.”

“As fun as this phone call has been, I have better things to do. I’ll see her when I see her. She’s only four, anyways, it’s not as if she knows who I am.”

“Six, Jeffrey. She’s six.”

“Whatever. I’m gone. I’ve got a nice little bunny waiting for me upstairs.” With a click, the phone went dead. Growling, it took every ounce of will power not to throw her cell phone off the balcony, but she realized that she was shaking. Resting her head against the cool railing, she closed her eyes trying to fight back her tears of frustration. This was not exactly how she wanted to start off her weekend. She needed to call her mom and let her know she had made the trip, but she would have to wait until her emotions had calmed down. It was a miracle she managed to keep this emotional side to her in check most of the time.

 

[poohlive]

"Sounds like a problem," He'd heard it after just coming in and situating himself. The rise of a voice, half of a conversation. He'd heard it, apparently through two sets of doors. Now he stood, opening the sliding glass and giving her a once over.

It wasn't his business, and he didn't care, and any other time in his life he would have moved on, told himself this was just the sorrow end of a sorry tale in the sorry ass life of some girl who once had dreams and vision, but now only problems and rejection.

But, in all honesty, he needed someone like that. He needed someone weak and vulnerable, and able to open up to some lonely but friendly janitor who stuck his nose in other people's business.

"You, uhh... you all right?" He saw eyes on the verge of tears. It had sounded as if that conversation over the phone had happened more than once, probably more than a dozen times. He thought maybe she had cried during the end of those phone calls, at least at one time or another, but not this time. This time she fought back old tears, from and old wound that had just opened up again.

Ahhh, old wounds. He knew that feeling all too well.

"You know what you need," He said, but he didn't think he said it right. It sounded wrong, almost dirty. It sounded like he was some old man in a van asking kids at some junior high if they wanted free candy. He thought with that line he was going to lean against her and tell her she needed a good fucking, nice hard pounding, get all that frustration out.

She probably did. She was a porn star after all, isn't that what they all needed.

"Ice cream," He said, smiling. He did smile. From time to time, when called upon, Robert Drake could smile, he could even laugh. Hell, he could pretend to be a decent human being if called upon. This girl, this porn star, Danyelle, he thought her name was, she was a way for him to get inside... and if need be he could be her best friend, sharing a pint of rocky road together as they painted each other's toe nails.

"I think there's a fridge around here somewhere, fully stocked. Wanna go see if we can find some?"